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RidingG on an eastbound freight train speediCng through the night G
CHobo Bill a Grailroad bum was A7fighting for his D7life
The Gsadness of his eyes revealed the Ctorture of his Gsoul
He Craised a weak and Gweary hand to D7brush away the Gcold
No warm lights flickered around him no Cblankets there to Gfold
CNothing but the Ghowling wind and the A7driving rain so D7cold
GWhen he heard a whistle blowing in a Cdreamy kind of Gway
The Chobo seemed Gcontented for he D7smiled there where he Glay
Outside the rain was falling on that Clonesome boxcar Gdoor
But the Clittle form of GHobo Bill lay A7still upon the D7floor
As Gthe train sped through the darkness and the Craging storm Goutside
CNo one knew that GHobo Bill was D7taking his last Gride
It was early in the morning when they Craised the hobo's Ghead
The Csmile still lingered Gon his face but A7Hobo Bill was D7dead
There Gwas no mother's longing to Csoothe his weary Gsoul
For Che was just a Grailroad bum who D7died out in the Gcold
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